Poems and general conversation from Irish poet Michael O'Dea. Born in Roscommon, living in Donegal. Poetry from Ireland. (poems © Michael O’Dea, Dedalus Press, Amastra-n-Galar)
The backs of my hands ancient:
aerial photo of mountain range,
parched landscape, countless miles.
My life, neither cuneiform nor hieroglyphic,
not hardship, but travelled;
travelled across that lonely landscape.
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